The atmosphere in the conference hall had shifted. No longer was this a discussion of control, of politics, of power.
This was now a conversation about the future of humanity itself.
The most powerful rulers in the world sat in stunned silence, their eyes locked on the only man in the room who was no longer bound by their limits.
MRD.
He leaned forward, eyes sharp, piercing through their hesitation. His voice was steady—unchallenged.
"My next move is simple."
"Every person suffering from hunger…"
"Every person without a home…"
"Every person without a job…"
"I will solve it."
A murmur spread through the room. Some whispered among themselves, others simply stared.
Finally, one of the leaders spoke, his tone cautious.
"MRD… that is an admirable goal. But it is impossible. You cannot stop crime by just giving people a better life."
"Violence is easy to choose. It's human nature."
"How will you stop those who still refuse the right path?"
MRD's smirk was sharp. Dangerous. Final.
"For those who choose the wrong path…"
"Their heads will roll before they can utter a single word."
A cold silence fell over the room.
The message was clear—there would be no second chances.
"People turn to crime because they believe they have no choice."
"Because they are desperate. Because they are lost."
"If I take away their suffering, their hunger, their struggles—then they will no longer have an excuse."
"And if anyone still dares to step into the darkness…"
"Then they will meet something far worse than death."
"Me."
Another silence. A shift in their eyes.
For the first time, they were not looking at a man.
They were looking at something greater.
One of the leaders exhaled, leaning forward.
"MRD, your words are powerful."
"But the problem is money. How do we handle this?"
"We will need an unimaginable amount of funding to solve these global issues."
"What will we do?"
MRD's voice remained cold, effortless.
"That's why I'm here."
"I can do it."
"Because I have enough."
His eyes darkened. His voice sharpened.
"If I give my money to the people, I am not losing anything."
"I am only returning what was stolen from them."
"And they won't even know it."
"Because I already planned everything."
A single motion of his fingers.
"Sirius."
The AI responded instantly.
"Copy, brother."
The entire room shifted as a massive holographic screen emerged in front of them.
Data flooded the air.
Statistics. Numbers. A breakdown of the world's suffering.
Extreme Poverty: 712 million people living on less than $2.15 per day.
Multidimensional Poverty: 1 billion children lacking food, water, shelter, education, and healthcare.
Homelessness: 150 million people worldwide without homes. 1.6 billion without adequate housing.
Working Poverty: 3.5 billion people earning less than $6.85 per day.
The room was frozen.
They had known the numbers before.
But seeing them in this way… watching the world's suffering displayed in raw data…
It was different.
MRD's voice broke through the silence.
"This is your world."
"This is what you built."
"Now, I will fix it."
For the first time, none of them spoke.
They all knew the truth.
"This happened because of us."
"We let this happen."
One of the leaders, an older man who had spent his life in power, finally admitted it.
"MRD… we know this is our fault."
"We let corruption consume the system."
"We turned a blind eye."
"But if we try to solve this now, the world will collapse financially. It will destroy us all."
"We cannot even count how much money we would need to fix it."
MRD leaned back, golden eyes flashing.
"No one is going to collapse."
"No one is going to suffer."
"Because I will fund everything."
"All I need from you… is support."
Another command.
"Sirius, show them the next data."
The screen changed. A new breakdown appeared.
Financial Plan for Global Change:
$15,000 per person for financial support → $52.5 trillion
Building homes for 150 million homeless people ($50,000 per home) → $7.5 trillion
Total cost → $62.25 trillion
BOSS' remaining wealth after this move → $173.75 trillion
The rulers looked at the numbers in shock.
One whispered, "Even after spending $62 trillion, you would still have nearly $170 trillion left?"
Another muttered, "He could rebuild the world twice over and still be untouchable."
MRD watched them carefully.
"This is my plan."
"Even if I lost everything, I wouldn't care."
"Because my sacrifice will become the future for the next generation."
"And beyond that, we will provide jobs for every person without one."
"We will turn former crime zones into safe communities."
"We will create a world where there is no excuse to choose violence."
"If anyone still does…"
"They will face me."
"And they will regret it."
The room was silent again.
But this silence was different.
This was not fear.
This was not doubt.
This was awe.
The leaders of the world—men and women who had ruled for decades—stood from their seats.
One by one, they stared at the man in front of them.
Not as an enemy.
Not as a criminal.
Not as an untouchable power.
But as something more.
Someone whispered the question first.
"Are you really a god?"
MRD laughed.
A new world is about to begin.